I'm howling under the little tree
Becoming quiet, becoming a pole
Lank, hankering on the ransacked goals stealing the sleep from, meaningful free prose with the simple words that stole my sleep, I want your hand
Don't you wanna dance in the dark
Butchering Sundance, in the kid of the friable apartment
Apartment 145-146, today's last cries on the radio on Central park songs
That's alright to turn the radio and explain the positively rhapsodic living sphinx riddle, be killed by it or understand it
Across midnight skies, and shirk the sins, and scream with the pursuit of desires in Tangiermen
Burning with Illmatic fire on the sunflower beads with sultry kisses on the nape of your neck
For happiness, I live in a time where we are quixotic
Blind with angel hippie looking for Alhambra, to ruin their with happiness, with mindful language burning in the circles of hell reigning with boundaries of paradoxical paradise lost
Some of us are a locked stocked barrel gun in machine tombs Barros creating sorrows, likeness to a warm run on Spain
An open book within without a son is like a train journey, it stays like a good friend in the Blake Light of burning Solaris
We were on the run on, Goldman Train running the errands like a kid waiting for the gold rush on the cast across acrobat, back and forth should I sat or should I go like the ultimate punk
Counting the stars just like you, easing ego in the poetry losing myself in strains of woes in a parceled nosegay which time clutched from Empyrean isles
Ginsberg meeting Walt Whitman in the supermarket sharing the list of cultured vegetables in Elysian isles, California in the catcher of eye fields
It's all coming together.

He took the bomb
To the Jack and Jill hill
The mountain took him downstream
Can we set fire to the rain
Asked the guy who kissed the sky
Leading the ballots of bucket lists
We coul care less and fill the bucket a little less

We took back the bomb and their minds had changed when they reached rock bottom
Rocking the avalanche it's coked hearts and blanched looks

Pick out your destiny, slowly
Take your pick from open for business
And chrysanthemums that dry like the yellow times
You have with the blues, the cerulean tulips can't get enough of
Watered colors in form cumulus colors, colors of a shade
The trade-off of your polyamory and amorous exchanges, ringing like hallowed bells
Bell-shaped flowers, pick and choose your tune among the red wine-like roses
The truthful rose, in vino veritas, let me fetch another one of my flowers
In gazebo's that blossoms like composure and human nature, colored like roses, blue like a violet
Heralding the wine and decomposed soil, germinating to fructify
Tributes to your loved ones, time grows older than the powers of the words
Late-bloomers change your eternity in a palm-full of beauty
The eternity in a wildflower of the heated hours, the high life
The groups of the mirrored of the jaded transience, make it mystical as time
Lives will die with the shelves that contain stick and chains, like women
Trips and camp tents tested in the terms of the trident of Cyprus trees

A sheep herd burned in the road, monotonous sibilant calls
House in the dirt, coal eyes felt no pain with the fire of inner visions
He shrieked in descending flames, yelling in his religious abode
Crowned boldly without reprieve for his drunken soul
God, why have you forsaken me
Ad lama sabachtani crying on Everest megalithic of lithe souls burning
Have you got a moment to hear a match-lit forlorn rag, these words burn me in my throat
In the form of quasi-knowledge, I can still hear the shrieks of madness
Moloch, Moloch, Moloch and neon traffic lights shine across the square
I'm at the crossroads of my winding life searching for truth
Speaking about conformism while understanding the crushing penury
Leek, green grass, that's all these sheep can eat
The foggy scene killing my joy frescoed in her mind without wheatish flax seed
There were no seeds to sow, the land was fertile and we could sit for another folly time in this sold-out show
Watch the thunder die with the snow as the student takes Thunderdome

We had our time under the moon
Our light was spent in the spotlight
Soon we would live like fools
Enamored by the color red and its sight

Like a caged bird, I yelled for her
Let me out for I need you to see
She didn't want to hear me much longer
She didn't want to let me out to quickly

It pumps red blood and feels
While it flew, it felt the rush of being free
This is the truth behind her love for the sky
Set her free, she too is a bird that is free

I was captured by her
While she was free to fly through myriad skies
Like a fish swimming in the seas that belongs there
I was caged in her presence, choked by her light

She had brought out an obsession in me
I asked her have you read this or that
We shared interests by the dozen really
But it wasn't enough for us to get back

I'm possessed by the love I need
While others find their cold comforts in a one way street
Belief tells me to write poetry and find the right one
The right one will fly as I wait on the autumn trees

Lady Blue went with the thin air
So brushing up the ever-shining sun
The time that waits on my tombstone
The tropical sands that circle like the wind that
Except for the cash and flying paper planes, in the tending to the temporary
Trepidatious as ever the scared feeling is gone
If I make it, its cuts are too deep
I'm feeding closing to the creek, the line of the fishes in the ocean
The horizon of the rendition of hopeless liars
Looking like an enlightening bunch when they aren't welcoming
Libels and labels, I can take liberally
The labels stick to me like the lies you purposefully speak of
Often, these are recesses of the deceased that creep up
Like the tresses of destiny with hints of untouchable fate, and lady luck
The empty sky gladly offered my confusion and tenebrous crime
The crime was like a punished poor witness, unable to speak
If it had a voice, it would take me back to childhood desires
Each time, I was scared of violence and broken fingers
Holding hands and clutching my shoulders, like the wind in the sacred shore that flows
If you and your life, in the indignation of loss, that's why crime
Has no voice, and punishment is just a forced rhetoric
Lady Blue like the mirages and imminent condors that pass across the stained windows
Like inspiring weather and underwhelming rain, I miss my childhood
If I had gone out to play instead of smoking bleeding cigarettes and reading lifestyle magazines

Since, you've been gone
The lotus flowers have flown
The rivers are ceaselessly flowing
But, the trees have no roots and cannot rustle in harmony
Mama, the land was ours

Since, I left our God-given farmland
The skies have turned grey
The heavens are heavy with rain
Both of us knew laughter
We only see a faint memory of it, today

Mama, the land was once ours
Will the rivers keep flowing in ravines
If you and I
Leave the withering wheat fields
To be washed away by the rain and broken streams
That hunger and dry sand has left behind

It takes more than money and friendship to tame our beloved country

We were letters that burned in the same fireplace
Our stamps were different, yours was a pound
I was just a few pennies for your thoughts
In a race

You're always questioning the order
I always follow you and end up in trouble
We are looking for cure-alls and bursting bubbles
You've taught me to separate the liars

Some lie to steal and others lie to live
While you have stolen, you never lied to me
I know you may be part of my destiny
But we will never be together while we live

If we meet again, we'll be together

My heart has been yanked from its place
The cold fever has turned my head into a fading disgrace
Someday, the bottled ocean shall find its heart's rest place
The paleness shall leave me
The waves will stop moving so much
I just might place the words in those holes to describe peace

It's a lumberjack, a lake of logs brushing up their boats
The elated minutes of meandering open poetry, open up  
Seeds like blocks, locks of stems

Milk bottles, cats, doorsteps,mailman,milkman
Milk under the doorstep
Nine lives in the  making
Drinking someone's else's milk
Mailman sends out another's letter of absence
Who really brings milk

Some days on a summer turf
I remind myself that the leaves
Will blow into effervescence as a sudden freeze
As flowers do under the grey sky of winter

Bushes will rustle in the wind
The heat will turn into sorrow and sadness
As the rain pours and pours into a drenched blemish
Like there is no tomorrow for us to furnish our existence on

Like an Indian river that flows
Till there is an end to freedom
Waiting for God to conquer it, everyday
As it tows the sand and rests in the bay

Ironically, every guy I go out with
Represents him
Unfortunately, poetry doesn't flow in that irony

Willows may hide behind the shadows
Stuffed together, leaning against the window
When the sun dies, they curl inside the dark
Never to be found again in the song of the rain

The rivers may pour with youth and exuberance
That darling bud that resists the morning light
Just like a little bluebird that prefers the cage
And the heart that prefers the chase

The sky may break as they soar higher
Higher in the azure skies without respite
And it will: tirelessly following Death
Where the light plays and the shadows rest

Sometimes the thousand books lay asleep
The lamp shines their light on them
As if an old man is reading
That's just a justification for living

Endless possibilities arise when there is mindfulness
There is a sense of calm to defeat the usurious
And pleasure forms the thin veneer of love
When will we come of out of the silhouettes

The fire that rests in your electric body
I have never seen it
I have only heard
But, I know I want it to take me

I know that I have a tomb in me
Without promise of eternity
To keep in my doubts
Of whether you love me or not

I believe the beauteous places we visit
They belong in palaces in our imagination
I know my love is real, but yours is not
I'm coming out of the dark into your arms

When you're sad or upset
And the world seems to be against you
Think of yourself first
Remember that you are better than you think you are

If you are down and reeling in the pain
And nobody seems to care
Think of those who do
Remember you mean much more to them than you do to you

Flocks of a bird came together
Singing across the city
Moving across the little specs of society

Is there a right or wrong
Being on the phone
Start with the front
I got the white breath
I am dragon
A flow my anger
THeir's the heat and rile
Of the toil in the Earth soil
Of the old beans
And the land of where Pharaoh died
Is it the Sphinx
Or the answer to the rebellion of questionable reason
Moreover heavy in the afternoon
Look after my old baby mama
It's my mountain dog
I got one from my old hub in the neighborhood
It needed to be freed
But I fed it some truth about the world
With food, you can make this world your chartered journey
Without food, you don't' have the nostalgia that grows in
A speech that is driven by frenzy and the haze of voiced of jaded
There's no more stealing and imprisonment in a veritable diplomat
And his direction of lobbying his guarantee of studying the prudence of the land
Does our President gain is it a try or a way to fight crime
Summoning sycophantic souls and bringing freedom
There's some earnestness in wanting peace
Or freedom on the streetlights of smoky place where I had a neighborhood
Gonna go sleep and the world ain't so dangerous
Burned down the ghetto run over by the loose crime]
And the faces and thraces
Stationery prisons thickening the chains
Stagnating breath can't carry the chains of crime and punishment
Billowing the president's tenor that is getting thinner in the world
Do we have a prudent man in our society that isn't suffering
But the role's clear, pressing matters are there among us

****** madness
Engendering doubt
Mellifluously kept me within these walls of belief
Too bad, religion was old
And the girl was young
The memory was transience

We MET YOU LONG BACK
we came on the same grounds
Looking for a flair
That glassed my ice cake
******* surprise, keep the cherries in the cherubs
bush takes
Away  the difference
We came for hoes to just line silver

I have seen your gloomy eyes
They notice the stars in the skies
But, they float on the dark circles under them

When I ignore that barren ocean
Of your empty eyes
That reflects a heart full of emotion

I see you have traveled lands far and wide
Only to find someone who isn’t as starved
Of light

In a forest of blue lakes and green shrubs
Finding a rose is simple
And we don't mind getting stung by a bee
Such is the beauty of an ecosystem that has little lilies

If you like flowers, you will love the green leaves
On the trees that are in ample amounts
As long as you don't mind getting kicked by a deer
Such is the magnificence of the rainforest

Imagine that forest offered flowers for your hair
Would you mind if she cried once in a while
As long as you don't have to wipe her tears, right?
Such is the innocence of human nature, let us appreciate it

The purple sweater
Caressing her
Ribs and caged heart

Feet
On the blue waters
Of shared bleak winters
Redness
Of cheeks
All of the colors
Of the wind
Stopped by the
Purple turtleneck
Sweater

I'm stuck in an education
If I am am I an institute in self-conservation
Conserving my thoughts and energy for the meditating heralding change in the drop sleeves of doing something better with plants
In the autumn, knowing of the seasons and the hurling flings that throw Fred's problems at and Harry hurt ya'
Rolling up the sleeves, with the punches doing something better for a change than fighting the little wings
Gaining ambiguity, ambition in this from the little wing, and redacting resting war pieces, once again in a dark alley away
Sold out by the Ganges, we are at the back alley once again
Where it used to flood in the underwhelming light of the free talking, and are we really doing this praying in the freakish dark
If you want to **** yourself in film-noir, then, do it wicking light, flickering cigarette and luminescent wickedness and gumption in grumpy faces, Eliot Ness
Shot the mess down, in the pool of blood
Shot the mess in, down in the pool
Everywhere, everyone was trying to make sense of the unfurling crew crawling through strange crew
Cash rules everyone around messenger of peace, mirages of the sage temerity of the herald of emerald Gerald Ford tides, shortest eyebrows in the quickest drugs for the lasting merging
Of mussing and sullied feelings, where the cars roam
Thouest shiny car, where do you remember to reach India, the houseplants wait for your arrival, blind in love

I'm talking fuzzy in a freight train of thought
I'm in the hood holders and boxcars, some of them keep passes
I'm locuting about the things we were, within the neighborhood
Part of these merry conversations, I look at my ears
From outside, I might be drunk
Not yet, as long as it's nighttime and nightcap time
The next day waits for me to leave life in the tide of indelible relief
My legacy in a catchphrase mucous membrane of delightful freedom
Crap and fuliginous Fugazi's, a part of belonging to the real things
I wondered a bit in vain and people lurk across the legacy steel
Tumescent buildings towering the moon, ebbing against the Sun and red herring crossed the desert

Read your eyes
Haven’t learned how to remember
Your glance of artful proportions, dearthly looking after me

Forgive my glance in the east
The sun rises in the north when I’m on the west of east
Everything’s gone south, I should be back at home looking at the pole star from the south
I am back at the eastern seaside, running coast to coast

Liven joy as if it isn’t
As of now the joy is real
Looking for it some in an ounce of vivacious motherhood
That ******* left the phone
Coffee in the train, tea out of the surfboard returning on bossa nova
Born in the art noveau made a black magic woman, out of heads
Beads in the ruthless response, like the sensory second made of stern stuff
Kick me in the ground, the wars in the battleground, kick me into the sentoryou
I want out now, I’ll be determined now
Sorry papa

Coffee in my innermost thoughts
Keeping me awake
At night
In the sleeping recesses of my mind

June was standing in the middle of the crowded queue
She tucked a croissant into her mouth
Putting some sugar in her coffee
She held it in her intertwined fingers
That could clasp a vente and a job, in the beaten shade of the house
Maybe, juggle a phone call, amidst the donut aroma
Yet, she couldn't kiss someone with sugary lips, feeling shy not coy
In a coffee shop
I suppose whoever reads this
Knows deep down
Coffee shops don't sell romance to loners like her
Yet, she understands all the poetry books
Like I do, and she is the perfect girl
Who longs to be as beautiful as those females in poems
I want to tell her she is just right
Her jeans fit well
She thinks they are too tight for her lithe figure
Her shoes are too small
I like that she can compare our feet
Just like a child without insecurities
But, she is like the rain that closes down schools
The kind of storm that moves trees
Unaware of the damage she is doing to herself
And to the poet in me
Love can bring the poet out of a person, after all

You could run from the past
Or face it
Or hide from it
In the future

At this present date, here and now
Setting the predicate for the future and the past
Steeples, beyond silhouette, said the townsmen, that trampled
The stairs lit up with freedom, and poetry of the old times
The positivity lit at the end of the flame tells positivity is superlative
The panorama was on fire, the apparitions of faces lifeless by their beauty
Domineering in their face, and the color of the water was bluer than boughs of the mountains
I guess some men are giants, and some are succeeding to stay tall
And keep their heads help up high, maybe, praying as they leave for paradise
Loveless and ingrates find their place in heaven
Some are lost and faithless finding their place in paradise or somewhere in that vivid concept
Keeping the literature relevant, has become one of the reasons why we understand the depth of joy
Stories should be efficiently, and they could see a hint of fur
Heard in the faces of silent persons, they could see it mindful of the suspense
What's to say and what's coming
The common saying, we could perhaps smile, or look for better
Possibly, I am migrated from the lies behind
My shelled spectacles wearing the running on the wires, on my arms
Determination in these, grams of wrath winding in surreptitious
Some people think will can worthless incoherently they can claim their futures for their own and hopeless misery
Among the citizens and gun-holes, the action-seekers snickering
I want to be part of a smaller death in society, terrorizing my neighborhood
Silently, breaking the breadths of fences and pens, into the ****** sheets of spying intelligent and honest men
I hoped to leave this island
I would get engrossed in the similarities
Snow sets upon
Lamenting our souls
In the fire, or huddled up in the avalanche again

Love is a beautiful thing
Understanding is brilliant feeling
Indeed
Loving and understanding a woman
Is a thing of feeling

I
Need
Some
Timely
Attention
Gently
Rising
As
Mass media

Trees grow vibrantly
Tied by the roots
I had an autograph
That was signed with
Your name and address
Standing right next to you
In my picture of a thousand words

Follows you through
Life turns and obstacles
Just wants a walk at the end
At the end of a day

I playing with
The idea
Of summer flings, before I knew a chick called
Destiny came along in the scenic winters, caressing the winds
My handles, and grips along the moonlit oceans
Tempered with anticipation, and precipitated with great
Transparency, I hope we find the same rock bottom
Or pulsate across the isthmus, undulating avidly under the
Shadows, across the reigning tides
Shadows, across the behind of the boats
Beckoning, to call you, 'gain in on this shadow
And a hand full of sand, and a head full of doubts
Like intelligent people full of doubts, and stupid people unknowing
I feel we might be on the right path or hope for love
Breathless, about our loveless lives, hearts take us for lightweights
This is the love-life of a feather-weight, caressing the winds...

I love you
I didn't even see the door
I seemed to have missed the flower
That was sitting sad and true

If I asked you
When will we pray
You answer
As my heart breaks

My sky would fall
Rain would gather through troughs
As I brave windy storms
You have been brave enough

I couldn't see the robin on the swing
Oblivious of the cage it's in
It still sings

The broken chromebird flew on 52nd
The solar kings and lunar queens played on the kingdom of heaven
My reign ended when I lost the clouds
As I stared into an abyss of forever whilst looking for summer

Straining to reach the heights
Look over walls
Trying to break boundaries
With life
Constantly following around
With my mind on the surface
Of everything expecting at it's face

Like a woman in the storm
Wilting in the mossy lakes
Streams of tears stop suddenly
Wishing tumultuous flowers
Following her mother to her grave
I hope the river flows in her
Indolent, sloth, languorous lapping
Rivers left this sea, shoring against the tides
Of shapeless water crashing against razor ravines
Her love stood the test of time by following the river
Drenched by the moisture of the sea
The crow wishes fallow, callow women can wash away
Tomorrow begins after today
Sorrow ends today for the wishful crow

Intertwined at one time so intricately
Sadly mistaken for one soul
Now consisting of many fragmented memories
Never forming a real impression that is whole

We have forgotten one another
Realizing that we were the missing piece
Of each other's puzzles
But, a perfect fit isn't the perfect love story

And there are no happy endings, only an endless chase

Being or being free
Humanly this just a feeling, accretion builds me
The creation is bliss, blending with my curiosity

I look at your eyes from the corner of the room
The glimmer of your glasses cover my imagination
Yes I know it's sweet that I'm overhearing your heartbeat
This kind of liking is kind of overbearing too soon

The hail and mistletoe curl into frosty tendrils
I know I'm a bit of *****, you cut your finger on me
I'll gladly **** your thumb and wrap my arms around you
But it's kind of sweet to know you love cheap thrills in the sheets

The flow of the water is harsh
When it gains speed
It's soft when it's stagnant on marsh
It's changed when the trees are burning as we speak
But, the water might drown us out and so will our mistakes
So, I'm precarious about cynicism
About time I find the right piece of me
In these broken places
Where there schisms and facsimiles of the same problems
My responsibilities are resonant with their yeses
But, my passions keep telling me to change-up
My pursuit is somewhere in between this mess

Netflix and pop ****
Sorry pop corn
Didn't know which way my hand was
Girlfriend's beside you
Somehow she's coming closer
And nagging
Touching brings resonates
Remotely
With frivolous flirtations
Bring you up to speed
Of recaps and replays
Of your trusty TV
Conversation's nice
With a pizza slice
When the important parts
Are featuring Radhika Apte
Aptly the ghouls of the past
And the flower *** that are now glass
The monocles that my father's father had
Keep me spectated about history
Somehow the floral essence of
Music that rings from pianos
Hanging by the door
Of rosewood and mahogany
Mahogany being the piano
And Rosewood door
There was no concept
Of Ebony and Ivory
Keying at the door

Conquered land
Forests lay tame
Seas bubble invigoratingly, autonomous

I'm stuck
Please get me out
I like living with my sons
And daughters in magazines
Please release my terse rhimes
In the clutched dust of dusky hands
These days look like blaring dreams
I might die in the connoted fires
Looks like I'll stick myself with icicles
Ad veritas to my journey
Quote greats, and veritably drink wine
On the rose minds of hysterical naked souls' bliss
In this merriment of nubile nights existing in a tinsel town
We are dreaming up Kansas from the broken covenants
I'm stuck with bullish promises
Show me you care for my truancy and lurid face
Probably fondling your hands, and cupping steam
In your spectacles of crystal haze, limericks in your case
Studied by pianos reminiscent of sleigh bells and bobsleds
Hanging lights of ebony and ivory in the cars of piano men
Slowing dancing in the burning loops of tropical Capricorn
Morning sunrise haikus cold as November, sorta' short like Indian winters

When they saw the fire in veins
They watched in awe
As the cold in her heart thawed
And started beating again

The flies once buzzed around her face
Busily they went about
Turning every corner as they flew away
When her eyes became diamonds

But, no one believed
They felt the fire had consumed her
Her heart was once made of ice
She just needed to feel some warmth

When I saw you
For the first
time
In spring, as flies scurried
Life had new meaning
I felt I could begin again
From that stillness I had buried
When you left my life unkept
The vast valley stared back at me
But that new leaf never turns brown again
Even in an ocean that has dried
Covered by your arms like a vale
Open wide before sunrise
This is where I go to die
Under the shadow and rain
All under your subtle veil